Mass Effect Fic Novels & Stories

Felicity * The moment I was done telling about the conversation between Massimo and me, I felt the temperature in the hall increase as most of them released their Alpha auras in anger. I looked away in all directions because I was the one who had invited this problem. If I had never changed or done anything to stay by Massimo, then this wouldn’t have happened today. "I don’t think he will file any case against Amee. He confessed earlier that he loved her. There is no way he would do something to trouble her. So, let’s just kick him out," Dad said confidently.

to being a Source. I stood on the balcony, watching the real stars—the ones that didn't talk back. Félix walked up behind me, his hand finding mine. His hoyuelos were back, and his emerald aura was warm and steady. "So," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and the cold night air. "We just told the entire galaxy to go to hell. How are the next thirty-four chapters looking?" "Busy, Lixie," I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Because if they can't upload us, they're going to try to Delete us."

The excitement in every word was irritable. That voice... That sarcasm I knew only too well... It belonged to that sick system. “Current assessment: Too much bloodshed for today.” My lips twitched weakly, but no words fell. “Sufficient kill count for advancement." Advancement? Where were we advancing to? I wondered as my thoughts drifted away, but not before I heard a small whimper. “All surviving players will now be transferred to the First Reward Center." And with that, the world dissolved. _______________________

Adrian began, voice magically amplified, "was an attempt to rewrite reality. To reset our timeline. To erase the progress we've made toward peace." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. "The soul bond between Lord Cassian and myself proved strong enough to resist that rewrite. To anchor us—and this timeline—in permanent reality." Adrian's voice was steady. "What that means is simple: this world is real now.. No longer following a predetermined script." "What script?" someone shouted. "What are you talking about?" Cassian stepped forward. "Some of us remember another world. Another existence. We were brought here, reborn into this story with knowledge of how it was supposed to unfold. But we cho

Guards flanked them on both sides, their weapons gleaming faintly in the darkness. The lead woman rushed forward, her face tight with worry. "My Lady, we've been searching for you all night. Where have you been?" My future self smiled warmly, and I felt my lips curve without my consent. The expression felt natural on my face, like I'd made it a thousand times before. *So this is what Elias created,* I thought, watching from inside my own head. *He didn't just destroy the world completely—he rewrote it completely. Made it feel like it was always this way.*

I hated being alive too. “Then, father told me we were going to attack an enemy planet called Mazifik that he had been studying for several years. I thought ‘great, another campaign, another place we are going to destroy, and then right back home to the same song and dance.’” He chuckled and cupped my face as I listened. “I was wrong. So wrong. The day we attacked, I found a beautiful woman running for safety and from that moment, nothing was the same. I was amused by you at first, witty and snarky; a shell made of the hardest rock surrounded you and I didn’t know if I should continue trying to tame you. You kept saying that I should just end you or that you were going to kill me. Remember a

His own kind are fighting a war not because of mankind, but because of me. And it's not the bullshit lies I was fed about me being this planet destroying star, it's got nothing to do with what harm I would cause or even how powerful I'm supposedly meant to be. This whole war is happening because Rafe isn't going back to his own home planet, it's because of our connection and the fact that I won't stay dead. Lowering my gaze towards my tiny little bump I hadn't even realized I had, I suddenly feel an ache within my heart that will never be able to self-soothe itself.

rescue Keith? 'Yeh... let's think about it. This is basically like one of those transmigration Web novels, as unbelievable as it is, I am definitely inside that strange book i read in mom's library.' "Hmmm... what if... this is some kind of rewrite," Mars was slowly trying to make sense of whatever was going on. This all felt like a dream, but that Mad Demon had almost choked the life out of him, and it had hurt as hell. It definitely was not a dream.

Left to soak in her words that I can't possibly begin to process. My head is full of crap I can barely sort through. I first decide to leave when I'm healed, find out my eyes are glowing, and there's a possibility I do have a wolf, and now...that strange affection from Malphas is being confirmed. I can't imagine this Tyrant sitting beside my bed day and night, watching as I went through hell and barely survived from the injuries. It all seems like some fantasy talk.

I commanded. I grabbed his hand, and the connection was instantaneous. The Mate Bond didn't just flare; it roared. It was like plugging a high-end graphics card into a supercomputer. My logic, his power. My syntax, his hardware. [SYNC_LEVEL: 100%] [TARGETING_LOCKED] I closed my eyes, and suddenly, I wasn't standing in the command center anymore. My consciousness shifted to the tip of the Citadel’s spire. I could see the silver ships through the grey mist, their engines glowing with a stolen, pale-blue light.